If you’ve been reading my blog for several weeks, you’ll realize that I have never said I was the perfect mother. In fact, my children taught me that it’s impossible to be a perfect mother. My sister-in-law loves to remind me of the M & M story on one of my far from perfect days.
Here’s the story. It had been ONE OF THOSE DAYS. My boys were driving me crazy. At ages 5, 3 and 2 they were destructive, rambunctious, noisy, argumentative, etc. etc. I had HAD IT! And there was NO CHOCOLATE in the house to help me cope with my bad situation. So what could I do? I got out the stroller, put the two younger boys in it, grabbed my older son and my purse and we went for a walk. There was a small mall just one block from my house, so I practically ran down the street with the stroller and my 5 year old trying to keep up with me. I marched into the first store I came to, bought a bag of M&Ms and went outside. Then I ate the whole bag of M&Ms in front of my boys and told them they didn’t deserve any.
Now my sister-in-law claims that this is the end of the story. That’s the way she remembers me telling it. But I like to think that I bought two bags of M&Ms and gave my sweet angelic children at least 2 or 3 from that bag before I ate them all too. I hope I did.